Ghost Shark, but in the world of One Piece

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Morgans is a smart man, isn't he? Specter smiled, opened the window, took a breath of fresh air, and then agreed.

"I agree. It's a pleasure doing business with you!"

Thank you, it's a pleasure doing business with you!

"

Chapter 130: The Grand Gathering of Stars on Round Moon Island (Please Subscribe)

The East Sea, a kingdom that has been destroyed.

The rain poured down, and the iron-gray sky was battered by howling blades of water. The old man on the island said that a storm was coming. A tropical cyclone near the doldrums enveloped the entire island like an iron curtain, and no one could escape the oppressive and suffocating atmosphere.

It was a mundane, even boring, rainy day. A girl with red and white hair wandered through the woods, raindrops falling from her headphones and splashing out in clear, beautiful sprays.

The young girl had a slender figure, and beneath her white short skirt were a pair of long, straight, snow-white legs. She was none other than Uta, the future world diva, the adopted daughter of Shanks, and Luffy's childhood friend.

She ran aimlessly, through forests, across abandoned cities, until she reached the edge of a cliff at the end of the island.

here...

Why are you here?

Hatred surfaced in Uta's eyes, a hatred that permeated the rainy day, melting into the air and splashing into the chill of death in every corner of the still-chilly spring.

No one could have imagined that this 15-year-old girl would harbor such cold hatred in her eyes.

She closed her eyes, and the scene from three years ago replayed before her eyes once again:

Flames filled the sky, thick smoke filled the air, and the stench of blood lingered even in the fiercest winds.

In the darkness, young Uta ran wildly across the devastated island, her clothes soaked with sweat and splattered with blood. Gasping for breath, she finally met a dejected king at the port who had lost everything.

"You're Shanks' daughter? What a pitiful fellow!"

"You've been abandoned by Shanks. They're all liars; in the end, all they wanted was to plunder the Greysia."

"Only the two of us are left on this island. Tens of thousands of civilians perished under their swords. The once-renowned music kingdom of the sea has become nothing but history..."

At the end of the harbor, the pitiful old man knelt on the wasteland, his eyes fixed on the red-haired pirate crew returning home laden with their spoils. The laughter from the pirate ship sounded so jarring.

Uta initially shouted incredulously at her companions, but received no response. Then she screamed wildly, her hysterical voice sounding like fingernails scraping against glass, almost transcending time and space, echoing futilely in the rainy night.

The good old days on the Red Fosse were consumed by the fury of betrayal, burning away everything until only the bloody truth remained.

Shanks! Get out of my memory!

Uta slapped his head in disgust, glancing casually at the ground where a newsbird was struggling in the filth, blood seeping from the wounds on its wings.

Poor guy, just like me right now.

Uta sighed, took out a handkerchief to roughly bandage the wound, and then noticed the newspaper that the news bird was clutching tightly.

This is news from Birds of News.

The girl had lived on a remote island for a long time, and her adoptive father, Gordon, didn't have the money to buy newspapers, so she was completely unaware of the outside world. However, she did know about things like newsbirds.

As I unfolded the newspaper, I saw an elegant and beautiful white-haired girl who looked no older than me.

"The other side of the world's most beautiful woman—a peerless singer with extraordinary talent?"

A singer? Uta smoothed out the crumpled newspaper and became interested in the singer, who had been supported by music to get to where she was today over the years.

She cherished this hard-won newspaper, reading it carefully, and her depressed heart was instantly stirred up like a nuclear bomb had been dropped.

The World's Number One Singer Selection Contest?

The prominent, bold headline reads: "Yuanyue Island, in collaboration with the World Economic News Agency, will jointly host the most prestigious event in the entertainment industry in six months."

A masked competition format? Would this eliminate the influence of appearance on the scoring?

Will the world's most beautiful woman showcase her singing talent in this competition?

The ultimate winner will receive a prize of 100 million Berries sponsored by the news agency and the official Moon Island organization? And perhaps even a free property? And the chance to settle in the future music mecca, Moon Island?

Even participants can enjoy several months of half-price rent, free utilities, and free food on the island.

Uta was immediately filled with intense interest. Under Gordon's tutelage, she had made remarkable progress in music theory, vocal techniques, and playing skills.

I want to go! This fervent thought instantly filled her mind: Could I use my singing to lead the people into a new era?

Clutching the injured newsbird, she excitedly ran towards a dilapidated castle atop the mountain.

No matter what, I want to stand on that stage and declare my dream to the world!

Meanwhile, the jaw-dropping news caused a sensation across the country, with discussions about the singing competition going on everywhere. Every convenience store and pub, people from all walks of life were focused on the event, their faces filled with disbelief.

As the news spread rapidly across the world like a plague, some tabloids seeking attention saw a business opportunity and applied to set up shop on Round Moon Island, but all of them were rejected.

But this event has generated so much buzz that even if it can't be broadcast live, it won't stop these editors from jumping on the bandwagon and riding the wave of popularity.

They worked overtime to compile numerous short essays, each unique, providing in-depth analysis of the contestants in this World Singer Selection Competition.

With the passing of the previous generation's singing queen, Cindy, who can take up her baton and play heavenly melodies across the world?

Some even subtly steered the conversation towards other world-class beauties, mentioning that the stunningly beautiful Colonel Specter was about to prove herself in the competition. But what about that one she trampled underfoot?

She can't compete in looks, and her skills have been surpassed. Now that she's on a different track, will she choose to accept the challenge?

Under the incitement of public opinion, the suppression

The power has now come into Hancock's body on Amazon Lily.

Bang!

Inside the castle tower at the center of Amazon Lily, a porcelain vase was suddenly smashed to the ground, making a crisp shattering sound.

"These unscrupulous tabloids, I will turn them all into broken stones!"

Hancock's chest heaved violently, her buttons undone, like ripe fruit on a riverbank, swaying precariously in the storm.

"Sister, it's just some fake news. Getting angry will only hurt your health."

The second of the three sisters, a green-haired python-woman, flicked her long forked tongue and patiently offered words of comfort.

Ever since Ghost Shark's human-beast form appeared in the newspaper, her image as the world's number one beauty has been shattered, and the story has spread even across Amazon Lily.

Hancock's mood had been terrible for the past month. She had been repeatedly attacked by Specter, and she was almost developing inner demons.

Especially since he had never met this girl before.

"I'm going!" Hancock's voice was soft, devoid of arrogance, and filled with helplessness.

"Eh?"

"I am a Shichibukai, and even if I appear on Full Moon Island, the Navy won't arrest me!" The Empress raised her head, her gaze hardening. "I must get to know that woman who ruined my life!"

Chapter 131 If you can't handle Xiao He, can't you handle me? (Please subscribe)

With the sea calm these past few days, the World Singer Selection Competition has become an absolute global hot topic.

The news shocked not only Uta and the Empress, but also people from all over the world.

The Grand Line, the Devil's Triangle.

"Hiss! Hiss! Hiss!"

The brilliant surgeon Hogback, dressed in black stockings, shook the purple cloak behind him and put down the newspaper in his hand.

A world-class singer selection competition? What a ridiculous and unconvincing event.

He took out a needle and thread from the medical kit, his eyes fixed on the beautiful body on the operating table with fervent eyes, and carefully stitched it up.

No one could have imagined that the world-famous actress Cindy was slowly 'coming back to life' under his surgery.

Come to life, my love!

Naval Headquarters, Marinevando.

"The World's Number One Singer Selection Contest, huh? I wonder what that kid's up to." Zhan Guo casually sat on the sofa, picked up his new tea, and took a sip.

The navy is only responsible for maintaining stability in one area, so the singing competition is really baffling and gives the impression of neglecting its duties.

“It’s very simple.” Crane held the tea in both hands, a relieved smile on her face. “Lauren Tina wants to develop Crescent Moon Island. Maintaining peace alone isn’t enough for that kind of rotten land.”

"The more chaotic the place, the more pirates it produces. Look at the Four Emperors of the New World, how many of them didn't grow up in chaotic environments? Specter Shark is trying to dig up the roots of pirates."

Upon seeing the news that Specter was holding a singing competition, Tsuru was greatly pleased. She liked the navy, who had brains and ideas. She originally thought that Specter was just a battle maniac who was good at public speaking, but the recent changes on Crescent Island changed her mind.

"Recently, quite a few people have been trying to postpone their accumulated vacation days to six months later... Looks like they're all bastards who want to go to Crescent Moon Island to watch the game!"

“I agree.” Tsuru smiled, picked up her teacup, and blew on it. “Tina told me that they’ve reserved many positions for the Navy over there, all for free.”

"At least she hasn't forgotten her place." Zhan Guo took off his glasses and wiped the steam from his tea with a tissue. "She's certainly generous with the ticket price of nearly 20,000 yuan."

If the little shark heard this, it would definitely shrug helplessly: "There's nothing I can do, the landlady just makes money fast."

"A gap in defense for tens of thousands of people..." Sengoku thought about the grim maritime situation and said apologetically, "I'll have to trouble Xiaohe to keep watch with me for the next few days."

The next moment, an elegant smile appeared on He's face, and she looked at Sengoku with pitiful eyes, "I'm sorry, this is my request for time off."

During the Warring States period, he almost choked on his tea.

"People get old and need some rest. It just so happens that Peacock wants to go there to play with Lark. As for the overall situation, Sengoku, you need to do your best."

A playful expression bloomed on He's gentle face, adorned with earrings. Sengoku glanced at her and sensed a deep malice.

"Tina, Gion, Kakei, Peacock, Kuzan, Smoker, Storoberry... Crane."

Zhan Guo rubbed his forehead helplessly and checked off each item on the holiday adjustment form.

The next moment, his voice suddenly became shrill.

"Garp?!"

"Oh, he heard that Crescent Moon Island has attracted several top chefs to settle there, including a world-renowned barbecue expert, so he's been clamoring to go too," Crane said with a smile.

"The Navy can eat for free anytime, why does he have to go on that particular day?" Sengoku's tone was full of extreme resentment. He decisively picked up his pen and crossed out Garp's request.

He doesn't care!

If I can't go, Garp can forget about going either!

If I can't cure Xiaohe, can't I cure you?

He chuckled lightly, downed the tea in one gulp, and walked out of the office in high spirits.

West Sea, Round Moon Island.

Two more months passed, and Lone Star Town had a completely new look.

Several main pedestrian streets adopt the architectural style of the Flower Kingdom. The quaint streets are paved with blue bricks, and tourists come and go in all kinds of different clothes. Girls dressed in flower clothes (traditional clothing of the Flower Kingdom) stroll leisurely under paper umbrellas, shaking out cherry blossoms.

It gives the illusion of a Flower Country version of Ninenzaka and Sannenzaka streets.

At the end of the pedestrian street is the Lone Star Dome, which is under construction and will be a multi-functional stadium in the center of town.

It can accommodate approximately 60,000 people, and the concert can accommodate over 72,000 people.

Ghost Shark wants to

Crescent Moon Island has been transformed into a musical mecca and an art capital of the One Piece world, with numerous preferential policies implemented to benefit artists. Recently, it even recruited several top chefs from the West Blue, at the cost of just a few high-end apartments.

The goal of becoming a food city is getting closer and closer.

There was no king on Crescent Island, and all the tax revenue went into the Ghost Shark's pocket, making the girl's wallet increasingly bulge.

In addition to the development and construction of Yuanyue Island, the navy's coastal defense has also been armed to the teeth.

"See this, Lieutenant MacArthur? This is the coastal defense structure of Marineford."

Ghost Shark sat arrogantly in her office recliner, pulled out a high-end Pocky and put it in her mouth. It was a custom-made orca-flavored Pocky, and it tasted quite good.

She pushed a precious blueprint in front of the naval engineer, and Ghost Shark laughed heartily, "Just do it like that!!! The Deep Sea Fleet has plenty of money!"

The opposing navy officer nodded readily, then said solemnly, "Colonel Specter, my name is Maca Luther, not MacArthur, not that five-star vice admiral who's monitoring Wano Country."

"Yes, Lieutenant MacArthur, the coastal defense of Crescent Island is now in your hands. I acknowledge your abilities. Once construction is complete, I will recommend you to headquarters for the rank of five-star lieutenant!"

In short, if money is no object, then spend it however you want!

As the saying goes, dignity lies only on the edge of a sword, and truth lies only within the range of a cannon.

The branch can buy the weapons and materials that headquarters needs. By blocking the crucial point of the Grand Line, Crescent Island, the West Blue won't be far from becoming a sea of ​​peace.

Thinking of this, Ghost Shark couldn't help but smile. If he couldn't protect the entire ocean, he would protect the West Sea first.

“My name is Maika Luther…” the lieutenant stubbornly corrected him from the side.